"Late again, Miss Huckabee." I cringed, stopping halfway to my desk. Almost made it. A moment ago, when I'd peeked in through the classroom door, Mr. Lockhart had been preoccupied—completely absorbed in his book, as usual. I'd thought to sneak in without him noticing, but I should have been wiser than that. Henry Lockhart never misses a beat—no matter how faraway he may seem, his mind is always ticking. He notices every-freaking-thing. "Tut, tut," he chided. If I hadn't known any better, I might have thought he was trying to be comical. But I did know better. Mr. Lockhart didn't have a comical bone in his body. "Sorry, Mr. Lockhart." I gave him a cheesy grin, one that I hoped wasn't too cheeky. "Won't happen again." "Uh-huh." There were a few …show more content…
But still . . . impossible. I made the shape of an 'o' with my mouth, sharing a look with Phin. "You'll be pleased to note I haven't reprimanded you for referring to me as a dick, Mr. Sparks." "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." "And you, Miss Huckabee, are not immune simply because you're the principal's daughter." "I know that-" "Up here." Mr. Lockhart waved a piece of paper in the air as his eyes drifted back to his book, cutting me off. God, he was really rude sometimes. When I didn't move—because, seriously, rude—he raised his head again. He arched a brow and gave me another contemplative look. "Pop quiz, Miss Huckabee. Hurry up." I groaned. Typical. He could have given me the quiz before I'd taken my seat! I got up and trudged towards him, the sound of Phin's chuckle floating behind me. I grabbed the sheet of paper from his hand and turned to go back to my desk, but Mr. Lockhart kept hold of it, forcing me to face him. "Why were you late, Lily?" he asked. He finally lowered his book and placed it on his desk, giving me his full attention. "Lady problems, sir," I whispered. I leaned in conspiratorially and he gave me an odd smirk, one that called bullshit. "It's that time of the month." "I'm afraid you used that one a week …show more content…
Lockhart had been watching us. He hadn't moved from where he'd been stood for the last ten minutes, his hands still in his pockets, giving the impression he was casually surveying us, though he seemed to be listening pretty damn intently again. I gave Phin a sideways glance. You're failing? He ignored my silent question, and the point of Mr. Lockhart's comment. "It's gonna be the party of the century, sir. She can't miss it!" Mr. Lockhart rolled his eyes. It was subtle, but I caught it. "You said that about Madison Grant's party three weeks ago, as I recall." "Yeah," Phin smiled, his eyes sparkling with nostalgia. Seriously? I'd missed that little shindig too, but Maddie's parties weren't amazing enough that you looked back on them so wistfully three weeks later. "That was pretty good. This one's gonna be better." He turned to me, that sparkle still lighting his eyes, though it was much less syrupy now and kind of perverse. "Killian's gonna be there." A blush crept up my neck as I scowled at my so-called best friend. He knew better than to mention that name in company, for it always managed to turn my skin crimson. Instead of hissing at him like a snake, I decided to ignore the information. He walked ahead of me as I threw my stuff in my bag, keenly aware of Mr. Lockhart's eyes on me again. "A moment, Miss
"I had to wait for that guy David to finish helping me with that stupid assignment. I had no idea what Carlisle was asking for!" Emelie complained. Georgina laughed, brown ringlets bouncing.
Isaac’s body heated from the embarrassment. “I kind of forgot to. What were you trying to tell me?”
Albus pulled at his beard. “I dislike how he showed, but happy he did. I also remember a similar occurrence birthing a great Auror twenty years ago; let’s hope like father, like son. So, what did Ronald Weasley say for himself?”
he said, 'No more! I should have roared you down when first you told me your suspicion. But I
Investigative Writing The use of foreshadowing and tone in Shirley Jackson’s The Lottery effectively establishes the suspense and a sense of dread in the story. The writer holds back on the revelation of what is happening for so long yet there are subtle uses of foreshadowing to prepare the reader. When the characters assemble in the town square for “the lottery”, it creates suspense as a lottery is usually a positive event. The first example of foreshadowing is when the boys begin to stuff their pockets with stones, at that point in the story – there is no explanation for this yet by the end of the story, this event turns the ending into a realization rather than a surprise.
He scoffed. “Do you think? I mean, you spilled champagne all over his sister, which I applaud you for, and humiliated her in front of Briarwood’s high society. But it’s not like she was going to fit in anytime soon anyway. It’s a shame though. I’ve never fucked a redhead before. It’d be an honor to see what the great state of Staten Island has to offer besides ferry rides underneath those jeans.”
“Hey, I think that guy do not know that his pant is loose and almost about to fall off” I said.
"It's ok, just take a seat and get started on today's assignment" I said while glancing at the note that was given to me.
He changed the subject. “That was a good concert, Miss Johnson. I think it's really cool that you take us to stuff like this”
“It’s not a big deal. I’ve had worse.” I shrugged. I was trying to play it cool. Not a great talent of mine, but with cute guys like him I had to at least try.
"Ohhh, you should tell me about it later, when you look presentable." She insulted. Damn her. I gave a tired nod before turning my attention to Mr. Harland who was about to begin speaking.
"Now you can check me out all you want. But since you're seventy-going-on-ninety, I think I'd have to report you for sexual harassment." Tony was still smiling at him in a way that made Steve's insides squirm. In a good way.
"And what did you say?" Harry asked his fist were in balled and his face held lots of tension. Harry gets
“Coleen.” Gwilan recognized. “What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t going to compete anymore…after last time.” Gwilan subtly gloated.
For many years, the idea of the Illuminati has been the center of a long debate. Are they real? Who are they? Are there any facts or only false proofs? This specific subject remains an unsolved mystery till this day. Despite its existence for hundreds of years, no one has been able to answer all detailed questions on the matter. Even though the questions marks on the Illuminati have risen, research provides us with no more than enlightenment on the subject. The Illuminati, started with a group of elite intellectuals whose goal was to run the world and empower a ‘one world government’ by using similar rituals as the satanic ones. Some of you might say that they have failed to do so. However, after examining all the facts of that secret society, it has been found that they do in fact rule the world, starting with the banks, and moving on to the media, where they have infiltrated their symbols and hidden messages in movies, animated pictures designed for children, music we listen to everyday. Their messages are everywhere and can be seen by anyone. Their purpose is not to show them directly to the receiver,